Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

the quiet office.

Arthur nodded once, his hands resting flat on his blotter.

“I have the funds,” he said.

I paused before answering, the silence in the office growing so thick I could hear the faint hum of the fluorescent lights. I smoothed my linen apron, my eyes fixed on the green glass of his desk lamp.

“Arthur, we cannot take your continue reading …